Page 87 of First Surrender

“Jackson.” Her voice is softer this time but filled with wanting.

“Do you want me to fill your sweet cunt, fireball?” This is the last question I have in me, so it better drive home my point.

“I need it, please!”

The last word is all it takes to tip me over the edge. I pull her hips to mine with bracketing force, spilling my release as deep as I can get it while she cries out, her pussy squeezing and contracting around me with the same desperation I felt.

Long after our climaxes ease, I’m still buried deep inside of her while she traces my back with her fingertips.

“Jackson?” She asks over my head.

“Yeah, baby.”

“Are you okay?”

My head snaps to hers. “I’m great. Why?”

She laughs. “You hadn’t moved and I was worried that I broke you.”

“Do you want me to move?”

“No, but I wasn’t sure if it was normal to cuddle like this afterward. With you still inside of me. Most guys bolt.” She laughs softly.

“It’s my new normal. Fuck those other guys,” I mumble as I bite her neck playfully. But I hate every man who has ever been in her hemisphere.

“I know it isn’t likely since I just had my miscarriage but aren’t you worried about getting pregnant?” Her voice is suddenly small.

“Not in the slightest.”

“Why?” Her confusion makes me hold onto her tighter. I want to squeeze all of the terrible thoughts and experiences out of her so she never underestimates me again.

“Because I want you pregnant again as soon as possible,” I admit, arching my head down to kiss her stomach.

“You’re not being serious.” The astonishment in her voice is clear.

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. I want as many babies as you’ll let me have with you.”

“You’re crazy, I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Six? How about we have six,” I suggest.

“SIX! Why six?”

“That’s how many dining room chairs I have.”

“Then where will you and I sit?”

Her question makes me chuckle. “I’ll buy more chairs.” I bring myself up to my knees, disconnecting our bodies while she stares at me in disbelief.

“You’re serious?” She sits up, leaning on her hands and it makes the cum I filled her with start to leak. With two of my fingers, I push it back inside of her, making her gasp.

“I’m going to redo your room and give it to Dec. Then I’m going to call my builder and start plans on adding more rooms to the house. You’re going to get a big ass SUV with a big bow on it for Christmas.” I’m pumping my fingers inside of her as I explain all the plans I have.

“You’re going to finish culinary school and hang your plaque on the wall. Use it, don’t use it, I don’t care as long as you’re happy. You can spend your days cooking for our family and making big Sunday dinners.”

“Jackson,” she moans my name as my thumb grazes her still-sensitive clit.

“We’re going to take pictures of everything, start traditions on every holiday, and fill this house with memories. Our house, sweetheart.” I’m getting worked up watching her face flush with her pleasure. Her hair is wild and her chest is pink.

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